The Nonexistent World

"Why don't you just kill me now!" I screamed at him. Just then he pulled the trigger. A sensation of pain swept through my body. It was a pain that made your brain cut off all circulation in your body. The kind of pain that slows down time and makes you suffer more. It seared all sense of life within me. It made the blood inside me cold and hard. All the warm blood flooded out of my body and onto the cold stone floor. His hands were embracing my frigid, limp neck, but it felt as if he were barely touching me at all. All I could see was his face close to mine. His hair was black. It is a black that is darker than a moonless, starless night in the country. His lips parted slightly and lost all its brilliant cherry red color. I had only seen this happen to him one other time. That was the day he witnessed his mother die from stab wounds. That very horrifying night. His skin was ghostly pale. All the rosey color that made his face lively was now drained. Now everything started to fade. His hair, his mouth, his skin were lost in this eternal sea of bitter blackness. The last thing I could see were his eyes. His dark brown eyes were petrified with fear.